Been hallucinating like a son of a bitch. I’m also melancholic, perimenopausal, at my wits end, and lonely (when I say lonely I am not talking about opposite sex relationship type loney; I am too fucked up for that). Sometimes I want to rip my skin off from the increasingly problematic anxiety. The good news is a new emergency medicine. Stopped the hallucinations and the, well, wanting to end things. But what it’s left me with is a dull quiet ache.
I would like my happiness back. Don’t know when I’ll get it.